Each Color Lives By Its Mysterious Life.

It Should Not Be Forgotten That Art Is Not A Science Where The Latest 'correct' Theory Declares The Old To Be False And Erases It.

Painting Took On A Fabulous Strength And Splendor; The Object Was Discredited As An Indispensable Element Of The Picture.

There Is, However, In Art Another Kind Of External Similarity Which Is Founded On A Fundamental Truth. When There Is A Similarity Of Inner Tendency In The Whole Moral And Spiritual Atmosphere, A Similarity Of Ideals, At First Closely Pursued But Later Lost To Sight, A Similarity In The Inner Feeling Of Any One Period To That Of Another, The Logical Result Will Be A Revival Of The External Forms Which Served To Express Those Inner Feelings In An Earlier Age.

The True Work Of Art Is Born From The 'artist': A Mysterious, Enigmatic, And Mystical Creation. It Detaches Itself From Him, It Acquires An Autonomous Life, Becomes A Personality, An Independent Subject, Animated With A Spiritual Breath, The Living Subject Of A Real Existence Of Being.

The Joy Of Life Consists In The Inevitable, Continual Triumph Of New Values.